Ah yes, once again, the season is upon us. Another fancy afternoon at Casa Kate + Angela + our favourite soon-to-be summertime beverage, Fresita- and that’s what I call a party folks.
We first tasted the sweet nectar that is Fresita at WxW and soon discovered that it was even more fabulous with a healthy dose of Grey Goose with a squeeze of fresh lemon juice. And at $13.75, for a bottle of sparkling wine infused with hand picked strawberries, you can’t go wrong. That’s right… “hand picked” people. No messing around over here.
So when I moved into this joint last September, we had a brief fleeting time where we could enjoy the wonder that was the backyard oasis before the cold started to set in. Well, I have since, planted a little garden, hung some candle holders from the tree branches, and re-borrowed the fabulous little mattress from the man-of-our-hearts Nathan Gauld so that we can set up our own version of paradise right here in parkdale.
Our house is conveniently located a mere stones throw from the Brock St LCBO which makes for interesting encounters when the bums save up enough for a can or two of Lakeport and decide to go drink them in the parking lot immediately next to our house. Thankfully our fence offers up some semblance of privacy although when they start talking to themselves it makes for solid entertainment.
When asking who wanted a blanket or pillow, Kat demanded… “Do you have any fur?” Well pardon me, while I go find whatever dead carcass I may have laying around inside. As Kat is dead set on only draping herself in the finest, I found the fur collar to a BEBE jacket from like 10 years ago that I couldn’t bring myself to throw away, and apparently, it sufficed.
Conclusions: 1) I’ve decided in advance that this summer will kill all other summers as things shape up nicely with The Advocates and the weather is going to be maaahhhvelous. 2) Whenever you get a bunch of London Ontario expats together and start bumping some dirrrty south hip hop, the party is gonna be “off the chain”. Cuz don’t ya know, London is home to some of the most straight up gangsta girls around…. Just ask my sister. Werd.
